Before he could climb out of the pile of stones, Yu Tianheng had already arrived like a shadow.
He bent down and grabbed Ghost Douluo by the back of his collar, lifting him up like a chick, while his other fist, crackling with lightning, slammed mercilessly into the other's cheek.
Bang!
Ghost Douluo's cheek instantly caved in, and his teeth, covered in blood and spittle, flew out.
Yu Tianheng gave his opponent no chance to breathe, unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks like a storm.
Each strike was imbued with the power of Nine Heavens Divine Lightning, tearing apart the black mist defense that Ghost Douluo was trying to condense, and also causing his Soul Power to become chaotic.
He deliberately avoided vital points, but showed no mercy to the joints of the limbs and ribs, with the sound of bones cracking echoing everywhere.
After an unknown amount of time, Yu Tianheng finally kicked Ghost Douluo to the ground. Watching the opponent curl up in a pool of blood, convulsing, his limbs twisted at bizarre angles, unable even to lift a finger, he slowly stopped his attack.
Ghost Douluo's Martial Soul " Gui Mei " had long since dissipated, and only fear and despair remained in his turbid eyes. His breath was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, yet he clung to his last breath, unable even to fall into a coma.
He never expected that Yu Tianheng, who had just absorbed Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and reached the seventh ring cultivation level, would have such powerful combat strength. Even he, as Titled Douluo, would only be crushed when facing him.
This is absolutely outrageous!
Yu Tianheng didn't care about any of that. He dusted off his sleeves and looked down at him. "For Hu Liena's sake, I'll spare your life for now."
He then led Ghost Douluo toward Yu Yuanzhen.
Above the Lake of Life, Chrysanthemum Douluo's Seventh Soul Skill, " Golden Stamen Flowing Rosy Clouds," was forming an encirclement with the tail whip of the Sky Azure Bull Python.
Golden chrysanthemum petals and blue waves intertwined to form an impenetrable cage, pressing down fiercely on the figure wreathed in blue lightning at the center.
Yu Yuanzhen's body was covered with blue-purple lightning patterns, and each Thunder caused the earth to tremble.
He shattered Chrysanthemum Douluo's Chrysanthemum Petal Array with his bare body. With a casual wave of his hand, the raging dragon-shaped lightning forced the Sky Azure Bull Python to retreat repeatedly, the charred marks on its scales a shocking sight.
"Old man, don't be too smug!" Chrysanthemum Douluo's blood surged from the shock, but he still sneered shrilly, "Your Yu Tianheng is now trapped! Wait Old Ghost I drag him to you like a dead dog, then let's see how you, the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, will conduct yourself!"
The Sky Azure Bull Python let out an angry growl, and the water spewing from its giant mouth, carrying the pressure of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, attacked again, only to be torn to shreds by the thunder dragon that Yu Yuanzhen conjured with a wave of his hand.
Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo's taunts were fading, footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the valley.
Everyone turned to look and saw Yu Tianheng, dressed in spotless black robes, walking slowly towards them. He was carrying someone, none other than Ghost Douluo. Ghost Douluo's black robes were covered in scorch marks and bloodstains, half of his body was charred black by lightning, and even one of his signature bone claws was broken. He swayed with every step, clearly having suffered a great loss.
The sinister smile on Chrysanthemum Douluo's face froze instantly, and his pupils shrank to needle size.
The Sky Azure Bull Python also stopped moving, its huge bull eyes staring at the disheveled black figure, filled with disbelief.
The moment Yu Yuanzhen withdrew the lightning, the roar in the valley abruptly ceased.
He glanced at Ghost Douluo's miserable state, then looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo, a cold smile curving his lips, "It seems that you are the ones who should be worrying about how to handle this."
" Old Ghost!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's roar shook the surrounding air. He suddenly retreated, his body radiating golden light. His Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum Martial Soul suddenly surged, its petals like knives, slashing fiercely towards Yu Tianheng.
The intense killing intent nearly tore space apart, clearly enraged by Ghost Douluo's miserable state.
Yu Tianheng felt a chill run down his spine when he saw him charging towards him. He knew very well that he was able to defeat Ghost Douluo entirely because of the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning Prison Suppression Scripture he had cultivated. This technique was extremely yang and powerful, and it was specifically designed to counter yin and evil. The lightning had a natural suppressive effect on Ghost Douluo's Gui Mei Martial Soul.
But the Chrysanthemum Douluo before him was different; his Martial Soul was domineering and fierce, and his own technique was completely ineffective in restraining him.
If it really comes down to a head-on confrontation, with his current cultivation level, he has absolutely no chance of winning and can only barely protect himself.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yu Tianheng tapped his toes, unleashing a burst of Thunder power. His figure transformed into a streak of blue lightning, and he turned and retreated swiftly without a second thought.
He didn't even glance at Ghost Douluo on the ground again, and vanished into the depths of the dense forest in an instant.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's attack missed, but he showed no intention of pursuing.
He stared intently in the direction where Yu Tianheng had disappeared, his eyes filled with malice. Then he suddenly turned around and rushed to Ghost Douluo in a few steps.
Seeing the blood seeping from beneath Ghost Douluo's tattered black robe and his chest heaving slightly, he hurriedly reached out and placed his fingertips on Ghost Douluo's wrist.
When he felt the faint but steady pulse, Chrysanthemum Douluo's tense body slowly relaxed, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
He muttered under his breath, "Useless thing, can't even beat a junior, you've completely disgraced the Spirit Hall..." Despite his words, there was little anger in his tone, but rather a hint of barely perceptible relief.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's fingertips glowed with a soft golden light as he gently pressed them against Ghost Douluo's back.
The Soul Power of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum flowed into Ghost Douluo's body like a warm stream, repairing his damaged meridians. As the Soul Power was injected, Ghost Douluo's rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and a trace of color returned to his pale face.
"Get up." Chrysanthemum Douluo withdrew his hand, his voice still carrying a hint of coldness, but he reached out and helped Ghost Douluo half-up.
Ghost Douluo leaned on Chrysanthemum Douluo's shoulder, weakly opening his eyes. "The plan..."
"Plan my ass!" Chrysanthemum Douluo cursed under his breath, his gaze sweeping over Yu Yuanzhen, who was eyeing him menacingly not far away, and then glancing at the Sky Azure Bull Python's hesitant yet eager-to-fight appearance. His face darkened considerably. "In our current situation? That old bastard Yu Yuanzhen is at his peak, and the Sky Azure Bull Python is ultimately Soul Beast; he can't be relied upon at all?"
He helped Ghost Douluo to his feet, weighing the difference in strength between the two sides—his side only had him left as a Titled Douluo capable of fighting, while the other side had Yu Yuanzhen in charge. Although the Sky Azure Bull Python had not gone all out, it was still Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Let alone snatching the Soul Ring and Soul Bone, whether they could even leave alive was unknown.
"Let's go." Chrysanthemum Douluo made a decisive move, grabbing Ghost Douluo and turning to leave, golden Soul Power forming a protective shield around him. "Back to the Spirit Hall. We'll settle this score with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan sooner or later!"
"What about the Holy Maiden? If we just leave and ignore them, His Holiness the Pope will surely punish us severely for failing to protect her?"
"Hmph!" Chrysanthemum Douluo snorted coldly, "Although Yu Yuanzhen is despicable, he still has some magnanimity and won't attack a junior."
Upon hearing this, Ghost Douluo said no more.